Look at me now
I'm losing control
I don't know what to call myself.
I know that I'm sick of playing a role
All along I've been
kidding myself,
Seeking out a set reality.
They say sanity is dictated by what the larger percentage of society sees.
What
does that mean?
Clearly nothing! Clearly nothing!
Psychology is not an exact science. In fact, there is no exact science,
Though
it may seem.
That means I'm OK and everything's OK.
All along,
I've been kidding myself
Life is falling apart at the
seams.
Somehow I'm doomed to go over the same ground in these compulsive circular
thought patterns.
Over and over time and
again
Over and over time and again.
I think I've got it all worked out
Then I forget every conclusion drawn,
Every epiphany
gone.
I felt safe,
Then the walls come crashing
in one day
Without warning,
Everything that I thought was
stable
Deep in me starts to wash away.
Can you feel it?
It's the motion of the tide.
Watch yourself now,
There's an
ocean deep inside.
You could drown in it.
Look at me now
I'm losing control
Might even be learning to enjoy the sting of
the irony.
Changing my shape, I slide through the doorway.
Can you feel it?
It's the motion of the tide.
Watch yourself
now,
There's an ocean deep inside.
You could drown in it.
Watch yourself now,
There is no ocean deeper than this.
Watch
yourself,
It's an endless journey through the abyss.
All along I've been kidding myself,
Working equations.
It's a long
walk in and there's no clear way home.
Everything I was in constant change.
I'm not the same.
I'm not the same.